Post by Spirit Weaver on Oct 22, 2014 1:08:11 GMT -5
It had been exactly one week since Spirit had been seen by ponies other than Sugar Sweet and the ponies at the police station. One week of places finally recuperating from whatever havoc the Witch had wrought. If only things could remain the same. Already, things were happening. Fruit were spontaneously lighting on fire. Rocks and pebbles shifted slightly to the left. The air smelled slightly of pineapple! All the strange things that could not be linked back to Spirit, but were still all probably her fault.
But, the most obvious of places that were hit by the strange was Fancy Prints Bookstore, the place that Spirit worked. Granted, she had done quite a bit to the store since she had began her job. The main one being that things were a lot louder. Wheels of a cart seemed to constantly thunder down aisles and the like, only occasionally stopping when there was a question that needed answering, before flying off once again.
The source of this, would have been Spirit's genius new mode of transportation. A cart, usually stacked high with books, had been repurposed. While the bottom layer remained the same, being that it was filled with books that needed reshelving, the top part was now about forty books lighter, but one pony heavier. Spirit Weaver, professional dumbass, was cart surfing about the store. It was rather surprising that she had actually yet to stumble and fall.
But, the most obvious of places that were hit by the strange was Fancy Prints Bookstore, the place that Spirit worked. Granted, she had done quite a bit to the store since she had began her job. The main one being that things were a lot louder. Wheels of a cart seemed to constantly thunder down aisles and the like, only occasionally stopping when there was a question that needed answering, before flying off once again.
The source of this, would have been Spirit's genius new mode of transportation. A cart, usually stacked high with books, had been repurposed. While the bottom layer remained the same, being that it was filled with books that needed reshelving, the top part was now about forty books lighter, but one pony heavier. Spirit Weaver, professional dumbass, was cart surfing about the store. It was rather surprising that she had actually yet to stumble and fall.
